Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Monday, March 21, 2011

In the waiting room.

Do you know how terrifying gold on black can be? Gold lettering on black nameplates...that means fear. Feral. It's a threat. That's all. That's all.
I'd like totalk to you, but I don't know how you'll take it. Do you want to talk to me?
No.
Why not?
I'm only here for one reason. Her name isn't yours.

Welcome to the dark side. We don't take words at face value. We lie and steal and in the end we laugh because there is nothing more pathetic than a man who wants to do something and can't.
Unless it's the man who never wanted to do anything and died for lack of breathing.

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